Chapter 279: Ruler
Romania, Bucharest, Henri Coanda Airport.
Wearing a school uniform with a ponytail and a face of complete innocence, a golden-haired girl walked casually through the bustling crowd while holding a suitcase.
Such a naive target was the perfect choice for a pickpocket, but for some reason, no one could bring themselves to lay a hand on her as they gazed into those clear, violet eyes.
"Trifas is located northeast of here. Should I take a bus or—"
As the girl murmured to herself, she suddenly felt numerous eyes piercing through her.
Alerted, she lifted her head, but within her detection radius, there was no sign of a Servant's presence within a ten-kilometer radius.
As a Ruler, her powerful detection abilities could even nullify the 'Presence Concealment' of Assassin class, but despite this, she could still feel the prying gaze, which indicated...
"Is it familiars...?"
She looked up at the sky, observing a group of doves. Yet, in those small black eyes resembling black jewels, she found no glimmer of rationality.
Ruler Jeanne d'Arc, who descended to this world by possessing a young girl named Laeticia, narrowed her eyes slightly as the gentle expression on her face was replaced by a hint of severity.
Having seemingly understood what had occurred, the doves, quickly opened their wings and flew away together.
"Geez, I can't afford to be careless..." Jeanne muttered softly and breathed a sigh of relief after the doves had disappeared.
The unprecedented battle of fourteen Servants, regardless of the perspective, could be considered an absolute catastrophe.
Fortunately, there was one special advantage—the fourteen Servants were divided into two factions—Red and Black, avoiding them acting independently.
Otherwise, just imagine fourteen Servants acting recklessly and fighting each other like a battle royale. She felt that her entire being would be stressed, and who knows, perhaps the entire Trifas would be destroyed because of it.
Nevertheless, she couldn't afford to be careless. As Ruler, she had to ensure that this Holy Grail War unfolded within reasonable limits.
"Anyway, let's find a way to Trifas first."
There was no direct bus ride from Bucharest to Trifas. The only option was to move through Sighisoara first to reach Trifas.
However, the bus to Sighisoara wouldn't arrive until tomorrow.
Helpless, Jeanne had to search for any vehicles heading directly to Trifas, hoping to catch a ride.
Perhaps due to her strong charisma, soon, an old man wearing a duckbill cap agreed to give her a lift.
"Sorry, the front seat is filled with fragile stuff, so you'll have to ride in the back on the cargo bed. Is that cool with you, Miss?"
"No problem, just giving me a ride is more than enough. Sitting on the cargo bed is fine. Thank you."
"Just remember to pray to God for no rain, hahaha..." The old man joked.
"Sure, I'll pray for that." Jeanne nodded earnestly.
Indeed, whether it would rain or not was all up to God.
After a series of clanking sounds, the old man's old truck, worn but sturdy, started its journey on the asphalt road.
Jeanne at the back held her knees, feeling the vibrations of the vehicle, gazing at the passing scenery of Bucharest.
"It really is different from riding a horse..."
According to the old man, reaching their destination at this speed would take at least twelve hours. To pass the time, Jeanne took out a textbook from her suitcase.
"It's great that even a normal girl can get an education. This era is truly wonderful..."
Sighing slightly, Jeanne opened the book and started reading the content carefully, filled with formulas and mysterious patterns.
"..."
Looking at the dense formulas and bizarre patterns in the textbook, Jeanne couldn't help but fall silent.
She closed the book, then opened it again, repeating this process several times before finally lowering her head in frustration.
"I can't understand it..."
Although the Holy Grail would grant her necessary knowledge for worldly life, math clearly wasn't included. Her knowledge limit entirely depended on the education level of the girl she possessed.
"O Lord, please tell me how to solve these math problems..."
The devout saint placed the textbook in front of her and began to pray with reverence.
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Ten minutes later, after confirming that God wouldn't show up to help her solve math, Jeanne finally gave up the struggle. She put the math book back into her suitcase and took out another book on history.
Time ticked away slowly; before she knew it, it was deep into the night.
After nine hours of journey, the truck finally entered the borders of Trifas. However, at this moment, Jeanne suddenly sensed a dangerously approaching presence.
It was a Servant, and their hostility toward her was unmistakable.
"Pull the car over!" Jeanne yelled to the old man in the driver's seat.
*Screech—!!!*
The old man instinctively slammed on the brakes.
"What's going on—"
"Wait until morning to drive again. I'll handle it from here. Don't worry!"
After convincing the old man with a stern face, Jeanne grabbed her suitcase and sprinted forward.
The Servant had clearly set up a bounded field to repel any intruders. A few kilometers ahead, not only was there a lack of cars, but even the presence of animals couldn't be felt.
During her run, Jeanne's clothes underwent a transformation.
Her student uniform was instantly replaced by armor woven with magical energy. Since the other party had openly shown hostility, she couldn't afford to be careless.
"You must be Ruler."
A sudden voice came from above, and Jeanne instinctively looked up to see a white-haired young man standing on a large road sign on the highway. His blue eyes stared at her emotionlessly, as if observing a lifeless object.
"You're Lancer of Red?" Jeanne stared at the white-haired young man with a serious expression.
"Oh? You've figured me out even before I've drawn my weapon?" Karna tilted his head with interest.
"I also know your true identity, Indian Heroic Spirit—Karna."
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